Comic Book Philosophy

![]() 1972 journal collage - foto by smith the pentagon has admitted using a pet crematorium to cremate 200 soldiers who died in iraq and afghanistan. amazing - they lie us into an illegal war, kill 4,000 americans, murder over one million iraqis, ignore the physically and mentally damaged soldiers who come back, burn dead soldiers in a pet crematorium, and then have the gall to say WE have to support our troops, that we’re undercutting the troops by pointing out the futility and illegality of the war. can you say “sleazy cowardly scum-sucking liars”? george bush - traitor ![]() political graffiti - foto by smith |
![]() graffiti - foto by smith
lady says “you’re … something,” and trails off. i tell her i’m a lone radio station from a far off place, with no format, no frequency, no tuning dial. ![]() political graffiti - foto by smith ![]() political protest - foto by smith |
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THEY NEVER TURN THE LIGHTS OFF HERE
The neighbor needed some money
The neighbor sold me to the takers
with white lipped sobriety
thinking of his family
The takers FedEX pragmatic packages
diapered, hooded and chained
in container planes
way out from who cares where
to nowhere
I wait in patient fluorescent
in the big safe institution of your fear
installed here between skin & prayer
the ingredients of a day
Imagine your eyes and hands
tactile tight in a concrete coffin
prison bar for sundial
paved under the unlawful awful blacktop
of your outsourced grasp
and feeble minded wrath
They never turn the lights off here
Shady Lady K


antithesis - power to the people - foto by smith

current synthesis - foto by smith

went out this morning to find our street blocked by an empty bus. walked block to main thoroughfare, found it and its side streets all blocked by dozens of abandoned buses and big trucks. walked in middle of empty main street block south to 3 avenue intersection and flashed on Twilight Zone - the highways all 3 directions were empty, blocked by empty buses and trucks. in the middle were a crowd of people yelling and chanting slogans.
came back, told lady, went out 30 minutes later to see, and men were manually rolling the buses from their blockage. traffic was starting back up. the crowd was gone. looks like folk hereabouts have a lot of experience in disrupting the official flow of things, as well as a lot of practice getting things going again. the blockage was very well done, well thought out, efficient. god knows where they got all the buses, or what they were protesting.
couple weeks ago college kids hijacked some city buses and took them to the university - they were protesting a peso rate hike (10 cents to us, a dollar to them). there was a several hour shoot-out between the protesters and the police.
we’ve seen at least 6 protest marches in 7 weeks - just by chance, we haven’t gone looking. massive political graffiti everywhere - big, little, high, low, endemic, ubiquitous.
it’s refreshing to be where people are trying to take back their lives from government gone wrong. it’s hard to say one politician is more crooked than another because that implies some are more honest than others and i have trouble using politician and honest in the same paragraph, much less the same sentence. but politicians here in mexico seem more openly brazen about misuse of power, more thuggish. maybe because they’ve been at it longer - thousands of years. a lot of dissenters here are “disappeared.” they say that because since they’re never seen again, we really don’t know they’re dead. they also say the revolution was never won here, is still going on.
we met with a lawyer today and started our application to live here. this is the nicest place we’ve been. it’s warm in the sun. cool in the shade. the trees come in endless variety, many with blooming flowers. people are nice. buildings colorful. the underclass angry, rebellious. and it’s really cool to look north, east, west and see mountains as we walk the city streets. we’re a mile high, yet look up to mountains almost all around. . . the Sierra Madres - the Mother of mountains.
while lady was sick abed, i did a collage with fragments of graffiti and adverts torn from the city walls - The Last Election (foto above). made my own piece of Centro Oaxaca wall. also added stuff to my 1st collage (foto below).
Disease Warning of the Week: TV is the new TB - it eats your mind instead of lungs.
And remember, politicians taste just like chicken - because they are. try one.
